Thursday, September 21, 2017

In memory of Judy Heckert Woehr


Black scape
Occupies space
on my wall
In my head
a door which is
a doorless room
the mysterious whole
mysterious severed parts
come together
to hold nothing
but itself.
In my head - ideas
seethe around
it's black edges
compelling me
to turn away.
I think of structures
their particular
of destruction and renewal -
An apogee of atoms
tightly contained here
as a moment is held
solid it time
and at the last
totally grasped.

    Barbara Sturgell
    February, 1973, Austin, Texas

    In response to a piece of art I created, an assemblage named Apotheosis

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